Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

Second Senior Brother Zhuo Bufan stood in the corner, his brows furrowed in worry.

Zhang Wu's promotion to the position of true disciple means that the senior disciple's power has been greatly enhanced. With no other options, the position of sect leader is completely out of reach.

Even more frightening is that the Xu family's pharmacy will also be severely impacted and its fortunes will be affected—

His cultivation resources will be greatly reduced.

He looked around and found that none of the newly recruited disciples were of any use.

Li Ling Shuang suddenly appeared and slowly walked up to Junior Brother Song.

Song Jing was bewildered again when he saw this woman. What exactly did this strong-willed woman want to do?

She walked up to him, her expression complex: "Junior Brother Song, I'm leaving."

"Leave?" Song Jing was taken aback.

"People from the prefectural city have found out about my background," she said softly. "My biological parents are still alive and well-off. They are willing to take me back to the city and have even secured me a place at the 'Qingyun Martial Arts School' in the county."

She paused, then said in a low voice, "I tried to persuade my adoptive father, Old Li, to come with me to the county town to enjoy a better life, but he... is used to Xiushui Village. He said he doesn't have much time left and just wants to return to his roots, unwilling to leave his hometown."

Song Jing was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Old Li is stubborn. If he is unwilling, you can't force him, otherwise it will backfire. So let's respect his opinion."

Li Ling Shuang looked at him and suddenly smiled: "You... you seem dull on the surface, but you are actually very meticulous."

She turned and left, her back resolute, but stopped at the door: "I have said goodbye to the Master, my second senior brother, my third senior sister, and my sixth senior brother."

Finally, only Junior Brother Song is missing. Now that I have achieved some success in the Chasing Wind Leg Technique, I have come to express my gratitude to you.

Perhaps after this, it will be several years before we meet again, or perhaps we will never see each other again.

The journey through the martial world is long, and the future is bright. I hope everyone can become stronger and bravely climb to the peak on the path of martial arts.

The wind rises, the person departs, leaving only a sigh.

Song Jing stood there, speechless and unmoved.

Shortly after, in the owner's room.

"Disciple Song Jing humbly requests guidance from the academy master." A powerful voice rang out.

"Are you sure you want to waste this precious opportunity? Every formal disciple only has this one chance, and you're only at the mid-stage of the 'Ox-Stretch Band' skill right now."

In the past, your senior brothers and sisters would only ask me for guidance on how to break through to the next level when they were at the peak of the Niu Pi Realm and were constrained at the very end.

Or when their leg techniques reach a bottleneck, especially when they have achieved a certain level of proficiency and are vaguely approaching the threshold of mastery, they will ask me for guidance.

Your actions now are not very wise. Before you become a direct disciple, this is your only chance.

The innkeeper stood up, straightened his clothes, blew on the hot tea in his cup to dissipate the steam, and said seriously, "Have you thought it through?"

Song Jingyou believed that Heaven rewards diligence, and there was no need for tranquility.

Without the slightest hesitation, he said decisively, "This disciple has made up his mind. I humbly request the Master to instruct me in the methods of tempering and the Wind-Chasing Leg Technique."

"Alright, as you wish. You should have already adapted to the tempering method, since you are now using 80-degree iron sand for tempering."

To speed things up, you can use a special medicinal bath.

Add the high-quality skin-quenching paste to water and heat it to 100 degrees Celsius to quench the skin.

However, a bottle of premium skin-tempering cream can normally last for a month, so this means it can only be used for seven days.

The expenses during this period were enormous, quadrupling in value, which is beyond the reach of most people.

However, the effect is far less than four times that of the previous method, greatly reducing the cost-effectiveness and making it unsuitable for long-term use.

As for leg techniques, demonstrate the Chasing Wind Leg Technique for me in the courtyard first. Master Lin Xuanyue focused his gaze intently on observing Song Jing's every move.

As the sun first shines, the bluestone in the courtyard turns white.

Song Jing stood in the center of the field, took a deep breath, and slowly circulated his qi and blood.

He walked barefoot today, his bronze skin glowing faintly in the morning sun, as if an invisible armor covered his body.

"The Four Styles of Chasing the Wind," he muttered to himself.

With a single step, his body moved swiftly!

With a sweeping right leg, the first move, "Severing Flow," was unleashed with a thunderous roar!

The strong wind was like a knife, cutting through the air; fallen leaves within three feet were shattered, and fine cracks appeared on the bluestone ground.

Before he could finish his move, he twisted his waist and hips, touched the ground with his left foot, and leaped up like a whirlwind, followed by the second move, "Treading the Swallow"!

The leg shadows were like illusions, light as swallows, gliding through the air, and accelerating again before landing, heading straight for the dummy's throat.

The instant he landed, he didn't pause; his right leg lashed out like a whip, unleashing the third move, "Shadow Strike"!

His figure was like a blur in the wind, rushing out at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, leaving only a blurry afterimage.

The final move, "Stunning Glimpse"!

He suddenly leaped up, his right leg sweeping down like a startled swan across the water, the force of the blow like thunder, striking the ground directly—

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the bluestone shattered, debris flew everywhere, and a crack spread three feet wide like a spider web!

The four moves were executed in quick succession, flowing smoothly and layer upon layer, with the force building up like a gust of wind that eventually became a storm!

On the sidelines, the old master stood under the eaves, his gray robe fluttering slightly, his eyes sharp as he watched Song Jing's every move without blinking.

After he finished his movements and adjusted his breathing, the old master slowly spoke, his voice not loud, but as clear as a bell: "Song Jing, you have practiced these four moves quite well."

Song Jing turned and bowed: "Thank you for your guidance, Master."

The old master shook his head: "But—what you've practiced is only enough in 'form,' not enough in 'meaning.'"

Song Jing was startled and looked up at him intently.

The old master walked slowly into the arena, stood with his hands behind his back, and gazed intently: "Everyone thinks that 'Severing the Flow' is momentum, 'Treading the Swallow' is speed, 'Gliding Shadow' is skill, and 'Startling Swan' is power. But have you ever considered that these four techniques are originally one?"

Song Jing was startled.

"The 'Surprising Strike' appears to be a heavy blow, but it is actually the starting point." The old master slowly raised his hand and lightly swept his leg, seemingly powerless, yet causing the fallen leaves on the ground to automatically move aside. "It is not to cut off the enemy, but to create an opportunity for subsequent moves."

He paused, then continued, "'Treading the Swallow' isn't about speed, but about 'leading.' Swallows skim the water, neither touching nor lingering, only creating ripples. If you only seek speed, you'll be like a bird flying through the sky, leaving no trace—what follow-up will follow?"

Song Jing's breathing became slightly sluggish, as if a bolt of lightning had cleaved through the fog.

"'Glimpses' is about leveraging momentum." The old curator moved his feet lightly, his body remaining still, yet the sunlight cast three afterimages on him. "It's not about dodging, but about turning the stillness of 'broken flow' and the guidance of 'treading swallows' into one's own use, like the wind borrowing the power of fire, making it escalate more and more fiercely."

Finally, his gaze sharpened as he stared directly at Song Jing: "And 'A Glimpse of Beauty' is not the end, but a return to the origin. A glimpse of beauty is fleeting, but if you only seek the power of that single strike, you will have failed to live up to the accumulated power of the previous three techniques."

He slowly withdrew his hand, his tone gentle: "Your four moves just now, though connected, were like four independent winds, failing to truly 'chase the wind'."

True wind-chasing is when the wind begins with the tip of a blade of grass, is completed by a sudden stop in the stream, is guided by a swallow's flight, is aided by a fleeting shadow, and finally culminates in a breathtaking glimpse—all in one seamless, endless loop.

Song Jing stood rooted to the spot, as if struck by lightning.

He was suddenly overjoyed, as if a light had been pierced through his mind, and he understood something.